I was in constant prayer for my children. I provided a Christian perspective as they were growing up. I took them to church every Wednesday night. Their father had them on the weekends so they didn’t go on Sundays.

I read them Bible stories. I attempted to be a good Christian mother. There were some things I could not change.

My daughter had always wanted a little sister. She didn’t get one. She got two brothers instead.

Those two boys were best of friends and worst of enemies. I used to tell them they were both going to make excellent husbands because they would never do anything without the approval of the other.

They would also nitpick and tease each other to no end. At times there would be a boxing match, but they always had each other’s back.

It may be because of that that my daughter was so mean to them. She was especially mean to the older one.

He took this to the Lord in prayer and waited many years for an answer. There was none. He stopped believing that God was a God who cared.

He refused to go to church and when he went to go live with his father, at sixteen years old, he still didn’t go.

All I could do was pray for him.

Last summer, in August, the Holy Spirit laid it on my heart that his eternal destiny was at stake. I prayed, I cried, I even prayed in tongues over that boy.

At the end of the week I got a call from him. “Mom, I was in an accident with my scooter.” My heart dropped.

“I broke my collar bone in three places,” he continued

His stepmother was down in Florida and she was kind enough to set him up for surgery at a nearby hospital. Her best friend was a nurse who scheduled the surgeries. (Talk about a God intervention!)

I packed my bags and was on the way to Florida by the next afternoon.

On the way, I thought about how much I had prayed for this boy’s soul. I had prayed for many years but when the Holy Spirit laid it on my heart to pray, I went into all out warfare over his soul.

I “prayed without ceasing until I reached the point where I had the peace which passes all understanding.”

I don’t know what could have happened without the Holy Spirit laying it on my heart to pray for this son’s soul. I think that the assignment from the devil was to take his life.

If I had not been obedient, I fear that I would have been driving to Florida to bury this son, instead of taking care of him after his surgery. Praise God for his answer to prayer!